I was feeling good when I got back from Montana, having found Rosemary's long-lost son for her. I felt even better when Jade told me her latest scan had confirmed that she was carrying twins, and as suspected, there was just one placenta, so they were going to be identical. Not only that, but they were clearly going to take after Tony, as in the pictures Jade showed me, compared to the size of their bodies, they had cocks that looked huge. Was it too disgusting that I couldn't stop imagining their eighteenth birthday, when their Gran would let them, no insist on them fucking her?
As I'd predicted, though, my son Tony wasn't happy about the mess I'd left inside his car: lead shot from Wayne's shotgun when he chased me off of the ranch, crumbs and paper trash under the seats from food eaten on the move, and most of all, dried cum and spunk over the black leather seats. I was going to clean it for him, but when I apologised when he inspected the car, he clearly wasn't happy.
"Mom! I told you to look after my car, and you promised you would. You're going to clean it out until it is spotless, and I'm going to watch while you do it."
I agreed, naturally, but what he hadn't said to start with was that I had to do it naked. That meant I had to have the roof down, and for most of the time my tits were swaying around under me and my ass was stuck up in the air. I wasn't deliberately wiggling around to give him the best view, really. Not.
It worked, though, because twice I felt his cock slip up my gaping cunt, and once it forced its way into my asshole, and my gorgeous younger son fucked me, out in the open, bent over in his Mustang. This didn't exactly speed things up, as between us we put a few new stains on the shiny black leather I'd just cleaned.
When I looked back on my time in Montana, though, the bit I'd enjoyed most was standing naked in the snow, offering myself to Diana, the Goddess of the moon. I wanted to do it again, really badly. Rosemary, George and Hilary were planning to go back to the ranch to live with Wayne, at least for a while, so I knew I'd have somewhere not too far away, and even though the weather was warming up, even at the height of summer I'd still get my tits frozen on top of the mountain. But I was unlikely to get back to Montana for several months, and I wanted something sooner.
Disappointingly, Jade and Chrissy both said they'd had 'enough fucking snow' in Alaska to last the rest of their lives, and it was only Laura who expressed any real interest. We promised each other that we'd go there later in the year, when Jade and Chrissy had had their babies and Laura was in the long vacation. In the meantime, Charlie and my elder son Michael decided to give me and Laura a bit of a preview by shoving ice cubes up us before they fucked us, but I have to say it didn't really do it for me, and they themselves complained they were going to get frostbitten cocks.
Laura and I decided to try a few more things, though in truth, it wasn't only Diana that was driving me, but the way Laura's beautiful ginger hair, her freckled tits, and her lovely pink nipples and labia had set off the tingling between my legs. After a few experiments, we settled on a scheme we liked.
First, we opened the chest freezer, leaned over, and dangled our breasts inside until our nipples were stiff and aching from the cold. Then we spread soft scoop honey and pecan ice cream over them, and finally we shoved a Double Chocolate Magnum up our cunts. The trick was to first break the seal between the chocolate coating and the stick, ram it in as fast as we could, then close our legs tight with our fingers either side of the stick and jerk it out in one fast movement.
There was something about the flavour of the chocolate with each other's cum, the sight of melting chocolate ice cream oozing out of each other's vaginas, the icy cold feeling on our tits and in our pussies, and licking sweet pecan ice cream of a gorgeous pair of breasts that really sent shivers through both of us.
We tried frozen chocolate flakes up each other's assholes, which felt good, but looked a bit too much like ... we'll you don't need me to explain, I'm sure ... so we gave that up. Shit, we came and came and came while Michael had gone off to fuck my pregnant sister, Christine, and Charlie was fucking Becky, who'd wandered in to do some work with Tony, her business partner. It was messy, horribly high calorie, but fucking wonderful. If ever you're feeling low, ladies, just try a Magnum in your pussy.
I'd left Rosemary and Wayne with my Mom and Dad, and from the pictures Mom sent me, Wayne was having a right old time fucking every female relative he could, after screwing his mother had released his years of celibacy and impotence. Mind you, from the look on their faces, Mom and Gran Louise and a couple of other aunts whose names I'd forgotten seemed to be equally enjoying having a new, young cock in their cunts and asses.
I spent time updating our website, adding in Jade's first gynaecological examination, and the last of the videos from the Caribbean. I just wished I had a recording of me in the moonlight, but given it wasn't incest, or even hardcore sex, I'd probably have been disappointed by the ratings. Not like the ones of Mom, me and Chrissy getting family-banged, though, which had brought money rolling in.
We needed to add Rosemary to the video collection anyway, and to my delight, Wayne had embraced the whole idea. Well, as an avid collector of incest porn, what better than to star himself in equally hard sex scenes, but where the actors really were family, and practising incest on screen. We'd arranged, therefore, for Wayne and Rosemary to come and stay for a couple of weeks, and the brought Mom and Dad and Rosemary's other children, George and Hilary.
Wayne could hardly wait to get going, but we persuaded him to pace himself a bit, if for no other reason than it gave time for me, Tony and Becky to edit the raw video, and to give Jade and Chrissy a bit of a rest. He fucked: his mother; my mother; his aunt; me; my pregnant sister, Chrissy, while I took over the camera; his half-sister, Hilary; my daughters Chloe and Lucy; Chrissy's pregnant daughter, Jade; Becky, my brother's daughter; and Laura, my elder son's wife.
In fact, by the time they were due to go back to the ranch, the only women he hadn't fucked were Ingrid, my brother Brian's wife, and Fiona, George and Hilary's incestuous daughter. We'd already had a lot of hits asking for them on the private streaming site by the time we'd got close to the end. Ingrid was tied up with work, you might say, as she was on a trip to Sweden to look at a load of super-luxury S&M gear that she was thinking of buying for her online store, but we were expecting her the day before Wayne and Rosemary left.
Fiona and her brother and partner Ray were also due to come, but after their parents and Wayne had Rosemary had left. She was coming for Charlie to get her pregnant, because she and Ray were desperate for a family but the risk of having children with her brother was just too high. She was already off the pill, and given how close Wayne's genetics were likely to be, it would have been foolish to take the risk of him fertilising her. I just hoped Ray hadn't already impregnated her by the time they arrived.
It was a glorious early summer Saturday when we were waiting for Ingrid to arrive for the last filming. Everyone had come back home to say goodbye to Wayne, and we decided to have a barbeque out in the sunshine. With everyone together, the incest trait was making itself apparent, so there was a fair bit of fucking going on off-camera. I'd lost track of who was doing who, except that I'd kept an eye on Wayne. He'd been on the Sam Adams and was more relaxed than I'd ever seen him, when I saw Ingrid's car driving up the track to the house.
Ingrid being Ingrid, of course, was already naked as she got out of the car. Someone must have told Wayne that she liked being tied up, because as she got out, he ran down towards her with a lasso, trying, but failing badly, to sing a twisted version of the cowboy song I remembered from my childhood.
"Rollin', rollin', rollin', keep those dogies rollin', rope and tie and fuck 'em" he was singing as he ran towards her, twirling his lasso.
His singing might have been awful, but his rope skills were really impressive. Ingrid first looked horrified, then she turned and ran. Big mistake. Wayne was faster, and his lasso found it's target first time, going over her head and shoulders and slipping down her arms. He pulled back, clamping her arms to her side, and pulling her over.
